by Ophelia Bell
“Yes, that. Oh yes!” I reached behind me, clutching at his neck, riding his hand while he drew pure ecstasy from my core with his steadily fucking fingers.
Rohan kept my face turned to his, eyes bright with avid attention as he watched me fall apart under Bodhi’s touch. The pleasure blasted through me like an explosion, light flooding into Rohan’s palm from my skin as the power passed into him. Behind me, Bodhi let out a soft grunt of surprise, tilting his head to stare enraptured down at where he touched my flesh. His hands both glowed, the magic channeling through his arms as it pulsed from my body. I could have pushed more of my reserves into them both, but was too shaky and limp from the subsiding orgasm.
“Fuck, that was amazing,” Bodhi whispered, releasing his hold on me and holding both hands up. They still glowed with faint prismatic light, one hand glistening from my juices.
Rohan’s nostrils flared and he grabbed Bodhi’s wrist, pulling his hand to his mouth. With a swipe of a long, forked tongue, he gathered the juices from Bodhi’s fingers, then sucked one finger into his mouth, eyes drifting closed as though savoring.
Bodhi groaned, his erection digging hard into my back. “I thought the nymphs were the ones all about the bodily fluids.”
Rohan chuckled. “Their power requires it, but that doesn’t mean the rest of us don’t love the taste. Ambrosia.” He pushed Bodhi’s hand toward his own mouth and Bodhi opened, taking his thumb in and sucking.
The sight renewed a recent craving and I turned, sliding down Bodhi’s body to kneel between his legs once more. I had his pants unfastened and his rigid cock in my hand within seconds, stroking his hot, velvet length as I peered up at him.
“Your turn?” I asked.
“God, yes.” He cupped my head in one hand as I took him in my mouth, sliding my lips over his length and down as far as I could go. He groaned and threaded fingers into my hair. When I pulled back I felt another hand at my head and then Rohan’s fingertips grazed my cheek in a silent acknowledgment of his approval before disappearing.
Rohan moved in a little closer, his legs straddling my body slightly as he grabbed the hem of Bodhi’s shirt and pulled it up over his head. When he leaned in and grabbed Bodhi by the back of the head, Bodhi tensed. Rohan’s lips were inches from his.
“Is kissing dudes a dragon thing?” Bodhi asked, his voice a little panicked.
“Kissing everyone is a dragon thing. We are equal opportunity lovers. And I’d like to taste your Nirvana from your lips when she draws it from you.”
I kept up my rhythmic sucking, savoring the salt-sage flavor that had taunted me earlier, and toyed with Bodhi’s balls waiting for him to give into Rohan.
Rohan shifted to the side, releasing Bodhi and leaning against the railing, still close enough that their hips touched. “Your choice. I only need to be in contact to share the magic when you release it. We can hold hands instead if that’s easier for you.” Rohan held out his hand.
I slowed my stroking and slipped my mouth off Bodhi’s cock, still gently sliding one hand up and down his thick length.
“He’s a good kisser,” I said.
Bodhi looked down at me, an agonized expression clouding his face. “I don’t doubt that. I’ve just never kissed another dude before.”
“He’s not just another dude. He’s a dragon.” I gave him a perplexed look, confused about his reluctance. Of all the relationships I’d observed, none of the males were hesitant with their affections this way.
I lifted my brows and he shot an uncertain look at Rohan.
“I think she might not let you come until we do,” Rohan said, noting my slowing strokes as I observed the pair of them. I darted out my tongue and traced a teasing lick along the small opening at his tip. Bodhi looked down at me and cursed softly, his cock kicking slightly in my hand.
“All right,” he breathed, turning back to Rohan with a fearful look. “For her.”
Rohan winked at me and looked at Bodhi. Just before he leaned in, I heard him say, “For now.” When their lips met, I wrapped mine around Bodhi’s shaft again, drawing him into my mouth slowly while I kept my gaze tilted up to watch them.
Rohan was gentler than he’d been with me, but he knew I wasn’t a fragile human. Yet it only took a slow, sensual moment of their lips pressing together before Bodhi opened up with a groan of pure, unadulterated desire. His hips bucked into my touch and he twisted his torso to reach for Rohan’s shirt.
A deep laugh rumbled from Rohan’s chest when Bodhi stripped him and then dragged him in again for another kiss. His hips thrust in rhythm with my strokes and sucks, quicker now that Rohan’s hand was on his chest, lightly caressing up and down his abdomen and across his smooth pectorals and nipples. Bodhi’s entire torso was decorated with elaborate, colorful tattoos depicting the ocean and sky, birds and fish. And somehow it seemed perfectly fitting when he jerked and groaned and the flavor of salt and sage hit the back of my throat.
I slipped off him and delicately wiped my lips, but the pair were still locked into a half embrace, Bodhi’s arm hooked around Rohan’s waist while they continued to kiss.
After a moment I stood and watched, gratified by the healthy glow of their auras, despite the damage they carried within. They couldn’t heal each other, but they could ease the pain.
But before my eyes, Rohan’s soul dimmed and the slow trickle of power from his wound began to flow once again, more swiftly than before. He buckled as though his legs couldn’t hold his weight, but Bodhi caught him.
“Whoa, I didn’t think I could have that effect. What’s up, man?”
Rohan had gone pale, his aura dimming dangerously and his skin rippling with the threat of his scales.
“Hurts . . .” he murmured, pressing a fist to his midsection. “Deva . . .” He gave me a pleading look.
I turned and leaned over the railing, looking down into the yard. The song had stopped but Gus and Susannah were still down in the front, seated on a small bench snuggled up together. The hounds were nowhere to be seen, but when I turned again, the one with the blaze on his face was perched several yards away, on the peak of the roofline, simply watching.
I went to Rohan, slipping my arm around his waist to hold him up.
“Let’s lay him down. The hound that bit him is drawing from him again. His soul is bleeding more than before.”
Bodhi tucked himself back into his jeans with one hand and nodded, helping me lower Rohan to the blanket. “What do we do?”
“Sing to him,” I said. “And we keep giving him energy the other way too.”
Rohan’s wan expression perked up at that. “I’ve got a dose for you first,” he said, darting a suggestive glance to his crotch.
Bodhi laughed. “Guess he’s not too sick to beg for a BJ. How about I sing while you take care of him? You said my bloodline has turul magic, right?”
“Go for it,” I said. I narrowed my eyes at Rohan. “You’d better really need this.”
“I need you Deva. Always.”
26
Rohan
I was so fucking lost without this woman. And I’m sure it wasn’t just this damn bite on my soul or whatever it was. I couldn’t see it, but I could feel it draining me dry. That creature that had bitten me was sucking every last drop of meaning from my life and she was the only thing left to give me any. I just didn’t understand what the hell was holding her back. Sure, she was easy with her affections—she was part dragon and physical intimacy wasn’t difficult for us—but she held her heart locked away for some reason I didn’t understand, not for someone who’d only been in the world for a year. How had she become so closed off from love in so short a time?
I didn’t really need her to suck me off. I had honestly hoped that Bodhi would lose a little more inhibitions and offer. He had the aura of a virgin, even though he’d touched Deva and made her come like a master. Women weren’t a mystery to him by any stretch, but men were, and I sensed a deep curiosity in him that I’d have loved to explore. It was almost
more fun teasing him than Deva.
She wasn’t any more experienced. I could tell by the uncertainty that had flooded her aura yesterday just before she’d wrapped her fingers around my dick. It had faded the second I slipped my tongue into her pussy and started devouring her like my life depended on it.
My life did depend on it. And having a woman as fearless about testing her skills as she was gave me every confidence I would survive.
Nothing seemed to frighten her except the idea of a permanent bond. I’d seen it in her eyes that morning when Llyr had proclaimed that he was her mate, despite none of the telltale threads of power between their auras to indicate such a bond. And then just now when I’d said I was hers.
It almost seemed like she didn’t believe she was worthy of my love. But Sweet Mother, with a heart as giving as hers, she was worth so much more.
She opened my jeans and slowly pulled them all the way off, taking her sweet time while Bodhi watched from beside me. He casually sang along to the new song Keagan played downstairs and the music helped ease the ache in my belly but wasn’t as effective as Deva had been. The feel of her lips wrapped around my cockhead made me forget the ache entirely.
She worked me slowly at first, slicking my entire shaft with her tongue until I was coated in her saliva, then wrapping both hands around me and taking me into her mouth as deeply as she could. I let out a rough gasp at the sensation of my tip hitting the back of her throat. She seemed to brace herself and take me even deeper.
Sweet fuck, I almost yanked her up and hauled her on top of me so I could bury my cock in that delicious cunt of hers, but something stopped me. The day before I’d been all about tasting her—tasting Keagan on her, to be more specific. The idea of fucking her hadn’t crossed my mind. But now I knew how special she was. I mean, how fucking young she was. And while her age wasn’t really that big a hang-up for me, I was honestly far more terrified of what would happen if her dad found out. She certainly had a handle on what she wanted.
If she hadn’t told us the truth today, I’d have never guessed. People show their ages easily in their auras. I glanced at Bodhi, observing his youthful human aura for a second before losing track to the pleasure of Deva’s mouth. She’d shifted down a little and now those glorious breasts were pressed against my balls. She needed to get rid of that damn dress. It didn’t fit her anyway.
Soon the rhythm of her sucking merged with the tempo of the song and the beat of my own pulse. I stared at Bodhi’s aura, wondering why the hell it mattered that I could tell he was twenty-five, yet when I looked at Deva’s she was ageless. I couldn’t reconcile her true age with what I saw and I wasn’t about to fuck the girl when she confused me so damn much.
But goddamn, I was perfectly happy to empty my balls into her sweet mouth.
When she sat back and wiped her lips, she was glowing, but not nearly as much as she should have been had I been at full power. I knew the magic passed through me instead of drawing on my own well when I gave up my Nirvana, but its potency depended on my strength as much as how turned on I was when I came.
I sat up and kissed her before she could lose the taste of me. She kissed me back with a cute little moan.
“How do you feel?” she asked when we broke apart. Her gaze dropped to the center of my abdomen where that unholy cold, aching pull originated, like an ethereal icicle was being dragged through my chest. It had eased enough for my strength to return a little but hadn’t disappeared the way it had for most of the afternoon and evening.
“Better. But I’d be twice as good if you were naked,” I said, reaching for the hem of her dress and pulling it up.
“Amen to that,” Bodhi said.
I tossed a look over my shoulder at him. “Then you’re going to make her come again, yeah?”
His gaze went molten and his aura lit up like the sun. “My pleasure,” he rumbled.
“No, if I take this thing off I’ll never get it back on again!” Deva protested, pushing my hands away.
“Who cares? You look better naked anyway.” I pulled the dress higher to the sound of infuriated giggles as she raised her hands. The dress caught at her shoulders and made a ripping sound.
“Shit! Stop! This is Evie’s dress. I don’t want to ruin it.”
“I’ll buy Evie a new fucking dress,” I said.
“What am I going to wear if this rips? Your stupid t-shirt? Again?”
“I’ll loan you something,” Bodhi said. “Or Mom will. She’s your size.”
I had her half out of the dress, the waistband lodged around her armpits and not budging. Fuck this shit. I drew on what little power I had and summoned a single talon. Bodhi let out a grunt of surprise, his eyes wide when I sliced through the offending fabric and the dress slipped off.
Deva gave me an irritated look. “You didn’t have to destroy it.”
“I did if I wanted this,” I said, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her back down on top of me. She fell into my embrace easily, letting out a little sigh laced with sadness that should have had no place in this moment.
“Ro, you shouldn’t have used your magic,” she said.
“Then top me off, baby.” I shot a look at Bodhi. “Your turn. Get naked and get down here.”
He licked his lips at the sight of the curvy beauty sprawled across my chest. I slipped my hands down her back and over the full, round curves of her ass cheeks. Deva turned her head and looked up at him, her eyes bright. She reached out and hooked her fingers into his open waistband, tugging until he laughed.
“He needs us, Bodhi. Until I can fix his soul, we have to give what we can.”
“This is what you meant by the gift comment earlier. I see now. I’m on it, but you might need to give me a few more minutes.”
She slipped off my chest and settled on her side facing him, her head craned up to look into his eyes. “It’s a gift for you too,” she said, grazing her hand down his cheek.
Bodhi bent to kiss her quickly before standing again. He slipped out of his jeans and tossed them aside, then opened the bench and hauled out a couple musty smelling blankets that he threw over us.
He slipped beneath the blankets beside Deva and she sank against him, accepting his kiss.
“You ready for more?” Bodhi asked, leaning back and looking down at her eagerly.
I slid a hand around her waist and cupped one breast, enjoying the way she leaned back against me, her warm, soft ass pressing into my pelvis. I wished I had the energy to get hard again but it just wasn’t in me.
“Make me come again, Bodhi. For Rohan.”
“Fuck Rohan,” he said with a glint in his eye. “This is for me.”
He bent and took one nipple in his mouth and she gasped, twisting her torso enough to grab my head and force me down for a desperate kiss. I obliged, devouring her lips with abandon as I tracked Bodhi’s path down her body. He threw the blankets back and moved lower, pressing slow, sensual kisses down her stomach until he reached her smooth, bare mound, still shining in the moonlight from the remnants of her earlier orgasm.
He slowed, his movements even more languid and sensual when he pressed a kiss to the top of her slit. I hooked an arm beneath her knee, already fortified by the vibrant swell of her aura around me as I lifted her leg to give Bodhi easier access. His cock bobbed between his thighs, fully hard again.
When he dipped lower and pressed his lips fully over her spread folds, I dropped a hand to his shoulder to pause him briefly.
“Take care of yourself too,” I said, nodding at his erection. “She’s like a conduit for magic. If you give it to her, she can give it to me.”
Bodhi’s gaze darkened and he nodded. Then he bent once again and captured her swollen clit between his lips, sucking until she cried out. He dropped his hand to his cock as he delved into her fragrant flesh, stroking himself slowly while he teased her with his tongue, savoring the sweetness every bit as much as I had the day before.
She was sustenance for me, in more ways than one
, and after seeing how each of the others responded to her, I had a feeling they’d become as dependent on her as I was, if they weren’t already.
27
Ozzie
A silhouette darkened the open door of the studio and I stopped playing as Llyr stepped into the light. He had an inscrutable look, his eyes a placid aqua visible even at this distance. I didn’t trust that look—the calm before a raging storm. I could conjure storms of my own, if he wanted to go at it. We’d find out who had the stronger element at their beck and call.
He skirted the edge of the room without saying anything, shifting his attention to the collection of instruments sitting on cabinets and hanging from the walls. The ones we actually used were safely stowed in their cases and not on display, but the cases were all neatly arranged and visible as well.
I had to admit, it had been a smaller collection before Rohan joined the band. Dragons seemed to be hoarders by nature. Why that surprised me once I lived with one, I had no idea. But his propensity for collecting things overshot my grandmother’s by a wide margin. I was just glad he’d kept it restricted to his bedroom and our practice room, but it was only a matter of time before it spilled into the rest of the house.
Llyr’s silence made me edgy, even though he seemed particularly interested in examining the instruments. That couldn’t be all he was here for. If he wanted to shop for something, he ought to just go down to Willem and Sandor’s and get his own damn guitar. Or . . . trumpet? I frowned when he opened up one of the cases sitting atop a cabinet and a small smile flitted across his face. Then I remembered he’d been eyeing a trumpet at my grandmother’s the day before.
“Did you get a chance to play your song before Deva turned up?” I asked.
“I did, though obviously it had no effect. I am not a turul so I doubt it would work now, even with her close. I don’t quite understand how the songs work.”
